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Rebuilding was the priority. Rodimus was trying to see the big picture, still rattled that even some Decepticons were looking his way, because their own leadership had been decimated. Kup was sure that wouldn't last, and Rodimus agreed, while trying to make it all work as smoothly as he could.
He was holding a long-range sensor in place to be welded when something...almost mystical...echoed in his processor.
The Matrix had found its intended, but Rodimus noted that secondary to the fact he could feel it at all. Perhaps he wasn't so useless after all, if he could still feel it.